Welcome To The Hermit's Desk

Thank you so much, Rayhawk! That made tonight possible. Thank you SO MUCH! My stepsister, my brother, and Jesse and I all had dinner tonight and there is so much to say, so much to reflect on.

At the moment, what's brightest in my mind is this: Sorry, mom, but we're all talking to each other now. All five children are now on speaking terms - and all of the skeletons are spilling from the closet like a tidal wave. It's an abuser's worst nightmare. We're corroborating.

And there's nothing more powerful than when the inmates - finally free of the cold, dank cave of abuse - begin to trade stories. We are all vindicated. I am not alone and it turns out I never have been. Not in spirit, not in pain nor strength.

Morning will settle the dust with a clearer entry, but for tonight...god does it feel soooooo good.

When my bastard father left in 2015, it wasn't long before all sorts of nasty secrets started coming out of the woodwork. That's what happens when my brothers and I get together and talk. Up until he left, I'd forgotten was an asshole he really was...and I had no idea he'd done and said many of the things he did.